Tag: short stories

A collection of horror shorts all penned by women, the anthology will be raising money for Breast Cancer Research.

The book will be launched at a special event as part of Edge Lit speculative fiction literary festival, held at The Quad in Derby on July 14th. The launch will include a number of readings by several of the book’s authors, and I will be reading from my story Rock-a-Bye.

Her Dark Voice Vol 2 is published by Quantum Corsets and edited by Theresa Derwin.

I was hoping to be able to tell you that I’d finished writing The Mothers, that I was just about to wade into the editing. I’m not. I’m around halfway through. But that’s ok. Because I’ve been getting lots of other things done.

For the first time in more than a year, I’ve written one of my Story Worms posts for Horror Tree. It was good to write it, the guilt of letting the months drag by without posting anything was slowly gnawing away at me. I’m hoping this will be a revival, that I can get back into the habit of writing them regularly again.

Also this month, I’ve written a short story to submit to an anthology. This is where I started out with my publishing journey, and it’s something I’d been wanting to get back into. It’s great to stretch the writing muscles with a prompt, a deadline, and a tight wordcount limit. And after years of being submerged in the world of The Paper Duchess series, it’s really nice to write in a different world for a change. It’s also really nice to be back writing horror again.

And I’ve been blogging lots. This is something I promise myself regularly that I’ll try to do more. And I’ve been working on my business; networking, promoting, and saying yes to a great opportunity that terrifies and excites me all at once.

So I may not have finished The Mothers, but I’ve definitely kept myself busy.

‘After’ is a collection of post apocalyptic shorts, exploring the lives of those left behind after millions of people across the world simply disappear.

The blurb:
The end has already come. This is what followed.

People began to disappear. The first few could be explained away, but as the missing posters began to plaster every wall, every fence, every lamp post, they became impossible to ignore.

For those left behind, it was a matter of survival. Some opted out, unable to find a place for themselves in this new world. Others struggled on, trying their best to reclaim the lives they once had. And some people thrived.

This is a collection of their stories. The survivers, the deserted. Those still clinging to hope, and those who have abandoned it.